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Most of these made me laugh. The rest made me truly understand the phrase, "sometimes people talk just to hear their own voice."
What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?
.. i’m palestinian
Not DC like I usually reblog but this soft Rafe is written so well and it has my entire heart.
the secrets one keeps || j.m, r.c
Summary: You spend the day with some unexpected company. Meanwhile the tables turn for JJ as he stumbles onto something he’d never thought he’d see.
Warnings: Emotional pining, bit o’ angst, swearing, references to stalking ig :’), mentions of drug usage.
Pairings: Reader x JJ Maybank, Reader x Rafe Cameron
A/N: Thank you guys sm for being patient with me and this fic, I’ve said this before but your beautifully kind words of encourgement really make the frustrating process of wanting to get everything perfect, sosoososososoooo worthwhile!!
<< Part 3 || Part 5 >>
Part 4
JJ’s eyes held the weight of the world as he engaged in an intense stare down with the chipped ceiling above him. He hadn’t slept at all, not even able to lull himself into that midpoint where one teeters the line between lucid and unconsious.
After coming home to an especially furious Kie, it had taken the pair what JJ had figured to be a minimum of 1 hour and a half to hash out the argument.
“JJ you see the way you’re behaving right?” Kie had always been calm when she argued. It drove JJ insane. Because whilst he was all flailing limbs and incoherent yells, Kie was cold and repulsed. Although he knew it was probably better for him that she didn’t add fuel to the situation, he would have preferred it if she showed the same form of passion behind the hysteric. It would have made him feel less batshit crazy in comparison.
But the main reason why he hated arguing with her was because he didn’t know how. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to reach a conclusion with his lover without feeling either looked down on and ashamed or left with the sly feeling of underplaying tension still in the air. Usually he’d attempt to ignore it until it went away, however this time every part of him told him that it would not be the case. Not when the subject of the argument was you.
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So cute!!! The Animator is so talented!
Another absolute comfort fic that I love to reread
jason todd x reader
-fluff <3
-damian wayne mention
-enjoy ;) also art credit to @ MOG i cant find their @ so if anyone could it would be amazing ty<3
the apartment was quiet, which was rare for a gotham evening and even rarer in the event that both yourself and jay were both home.
that could mean one of many things, either a movie is going or the two of you are chatting up a storm as jason cooks his heart away in the kitchen. it could mean that one or all of his siblings were over, included but not excluded to roy as well as the other titans who all took just as fast of a liking to you as jason did.
but regardless of what it meant it proved that your home was never quiet. dog was barking (jay was never good with names), windows opening and shutting, groans and grunts (from stitches and sparring), quite the long list but the point was made, it was a quiet evening and that was weird.
so much so that when jason snuck back in through the fire escape at a whopping 10 pm because bruce sent him home from patrol early, feeling sympathetic that night to the fact that his son now had someone waiting at home for him, and the house was quiet jason was almost alarmed.
he kept his gear on, helmet off and placed on your night side table like always, though the domino mask still covered the upper half of his face. light footsteps traced the wood floors, which was odd considering he was a slab a meat walking, but none the less he held one hand to either holster on the sides of his thighs waiting to turn the corner and see either someone holding you or an empty house.
jason was silently praying for an empty living room with a sticky note on the TV saying you went out for ice cream or maybe work called you in, but it was a toss up, a hope, and jason only started hoping when he met you.
he swore his heart stopped when he heard your breathing get heavy. his feet stalled, he knew you were the only one who could ever hear him coming, waiting to see if your breathing would pick up or calm down but nothing happened again, the room was back to pure and utter silence.
he gripped the handle of one of his guns, holding it white knuckled, unable to even think if something happened to you, if you were getting hurt because of his nightly activities, he would rather die all over again than loose you. (not that he would ever admit it, it would ruin his image.)
his body twisted around the last corner, gun already halfway raise from the holster, heart racing, unsure if it had fallen out of his chest or was still resting within. he was on guard in his own home, something he never wanted, he didn’t want to let them win.
“oh for fucks sake.”
his eyes bulged from his head, gun slammed back into the holster, sending a very confused glance as the words tumbled out from his lips before he could even process the fact that you were sitting perfectly fine on the living room floor, a game of chest sat on your cement coffee table with his little demon brat brother sitting just on the other side.
“oh jay you’re home.” your voice carried from your lips to his ears, easing his racing heartbeat but it failed to be sweet enough to wipe the gruff and annoyance off his face.
jason hummed back in agreement, nodding briefly as he kept his eyes on the demon’s head who had yet to acknowledge his older brothers presence or anything at all. jay shifted weight from side to side as he began to toe off his work boots, ones that you immediately notice were cleaner than a usually night in patrol.
his green eyes, now a softer shade, maybe even emerald, stayed on damian with a look of annoyance and maybe even anger, as his body carried over to the couch just behind his girl in his home. your body naturally leaned back into jason, his body resting back on the couch, legs open waiting for you to lean back into his embrace.
“hi darling.” jason’s voice was gruff, usually always was, but it tends to get this deeper and more animalistic when his heart beat had been racing or changed suddenly, so when he wakes at any time of the day, after a sound of ‘making love’ (jay hates calling it sex, he feels like he using you), or after or during a workout. he claims it comes as a side effect from the pit, you think he just gets flustered and doesn’t know how to cover it up.
your body leaned back between his legs, head falling down to the edge of his thigh, hair sprawled across is massive leg, waiting and watching as his head come place a kiss to your hairline, his hand coming down from the back of the couch to rub your scalp for a brief second. (he knows you love it and he loves to watch your eyelids flutter as he massages the area.)
a brief pause passed as your head lifted to turn your attention back to the game of chest, the only sound that can be heard is a deep grumble from your boyfriends chest, “demon brat.”
damian didn’t even flinch, moving his chest piece onto the black square, tilting his head upward just enough to grab a glimpse of his older brother. “todd.”
jason huffed behind you, patting your shoulder signifying he wanted to get up, most likely to change out of the armor. he stepped out for behind your figure, turning around the coffee table, not missing the chance to kick his little brother in the leg before stalking off back to the master room, one he would much rather be laying down in with you watching a movie or reading a book.
“i still don’t understand what you see in him.” damian voiced as he watched you make your next move and immediately pounced to move his en passant.
“you act like you hate having me around.” you teased, staring longing at the board unsure of which move to make next, eyes scanning between damian’s face and the board.
“i do enjoy your company y/n.” he stated, clearly wanting to expand on his point but waiting for you to turn your attention entirely to him. “you are intelligent, it’s refreshing.”
you let out a small snort; you didn’t mean to but you did, immediately regretting it as you watch damian’s face frown and eyes fall back to the board.
“oh dami, i’m sorry.” you reach around, hand resting on his own earning soft look, a hurt look, (he looks like a sad puppy and it’s killing you.) “thank you for thinking i’m smart but you live with some of the smartest minds alive,” (you just don’t see how you are any sort of special or refreshing.)
your words were honest, yes you were smart but you were not babs or tim. yes, you had a masters degree in clinical research and are having successes with your new treatment for children’s leukemia, but that was luck not intelligence.
“none of them take me seriously.” his voice was small, over the last 4 years of knowing damian he was never small. “you always do.”
you thought your heart was going to explode, genuinely had a broken look on your face to mirror his own. but if you thought this moment with damian was breaking your heart than you clearly had no idea how jason was melting watching the two of you from the corner.
“because you deserve to be listened to damian.” you reached your hand that had been previously resting on his own, to his chin, tilting it up so his green eyes were blaring into your own, so you knew he was understand his words. “i know it’s hard, growing up here and trying to fit in-“
“that’s not the issue anymore y/n.” damian was quick to cut you off, stopping the speech that he had heard too many times over the last few weeks but you didn’t know that.
“so what is the issue than dami?” you questioned, your hands pushed off the base of his chin as his head turned down tot he board and making yet another move, leaving you confused as to how he keeps multiple attention strings on you and the game.
damian huffed, he really hated confrontation, he hated having to open up but with you he felt like you were so easy to talk to and you always understood, you never belittled him or told him no. last year he told you he could drive and you let him. damn near gave bruce and jason a heart attack but it made damian finally feel listened to.
damian had liked you since jason brought you home for the first time. he enjoyed how you didn’t treat him like a child and how you asked about his interests and really seemed to enjoy him talk about it. titus took a liking to you the following week when you had to stop by the manor to get something for jason. titus didn’t even bark instead he followed you around, waiting to lay down with you or go outside, that’s when damian knew you are a good person and he made the executive decision to “tolerate” you.
he hated though how everyone pointed out the fact that he took an instant liking to you, he hadn’t done that with anyone but the animals at the manor. he also hated that everyone would fake hurt because he called you by your first name and everyone else by their last. he didn’t do it on purpose, when he met you, you almost reminded him of someone his mother used to have around her and if she was not to be disrespected. he didn’t want to disrespect you. he felt like he knew you well and to put it plainly you were the perfect mix of todd, grayson, his mother, and father, and that’s what made you feel so much like his big sister.
“you don’t have to talk about it now dami, i’ll always be here if you need me.” you took the beat after his shy look to make another move on the board, calling checkmate before he even had time to process what just unfolded.
“you cheated.”
“i did not.”
“you must have, i never loose.”
“you just did.”
from the corner of the room, still undetected by both his soulmate and his brother, jason was smiling like a damn idiot. ear to ear at the interaction that just unfolded. finding you will always be the biggest triumph of his life.
but he knew if he didn’t intervene soon that cheese prices would be flying and the two sitting so peacefully, teasing at one another over the win and the loss, would not end well.
so here comes the night in a ‘fuck batman’ shirt and some grey sweats, to the rescue, still drunk off the fact that he could ever find someone as perfect as you.
“hey demon brat.” the two heads twisted the direction of the hallways, damian’s eyes narrowed into two slits and your eyes gleaming with such affection as you smiled at the man now pushing his body off the wall. “can i have my girlfriend back?”
jason began the walk over to the couch, eyeing the original spot he had taken when he first encountered the pair in the living room, watching as his girl lightly moved away from the back of the couch to make room for his legs. but the movement of his legs were halted as he fully bodied his younger brother, who at some point during his staring encounter with his girlfriend had risen to his feet and was now blocking jason from getting any closer to the couch.
“move D” a huff supported the statement as jason didn’t even use the energy to look down at the 13 year old.
“change your shirt.” his younger brothers voice was cold, first balled up and pushing against his older brothers stomach in attempts to force him back to the room.
an eye roll and quick step to the side “no.”
“your disrespecting father.” damian started again, turning as jason started settling down into the couch behind you, hands instinctively going to your hair to play at the ends of it.
“he’s not my father.” a sing song voice answered the statement, causing damian to look at you, pleading for back up, which was responded with a head shake and a sad smile.
rule number one, never get between all four or even a pair of the brothers, it won’t end well for you.
“i’m calling father.” damian spoke aloud again, making jason’s hand freeze in your hair and body go stiff behind you.
“your bluffing.”
“i don’t bluff todd.”
and just like that the quite night home was over, the room was filled with laughter (from you) grunts, kicks, screams, and groans (from the boys) and the cheese prices falling on the floor which earned yet another lecture from damian to jason about how priceless the game of the mind is.
but let’s just say the morning was worse when jason was stilling wearing the fuck batman shirt and we ran out of damian’s favorite cereal.
“todd how are dare you not have it!”
“this is my house demon spawn! i don’t eat that shit!”
Cute! One of the comfort stories I always reread
jason todd x reader <3
-this is based off one of the batfam webtoons so please my heart is so full i love it so much
- fluff fluff fluff
- & damian wayne
- reader is referred to as a girl
-art by @jjmk-jjmk
jason had been out on patrol and well damian had been following him.
jason knew damn well damian had been following him, following him for weeks now, and it was a silly reason unknown to jason but so very important to sweet old dami.
damian needed black mail on his older brother, desperately.
he had nothing, no real weaknesses, no real break down of him, he had absolutely nothing.
well he had you.
but damian wasn’t that stupid, you were dating todd why would you help damian black mail him.
though that basic thought didn’t stop him for stopping by your and jason’s shared apartment after school about a week ago. 
“y/n, will you please tell me anything about jason?”
“damian.” you stopped him before he could even start to process the fact that this was a bad idea and his vaguely worded question was going to get him absolutely no where with you. “if you came here for information you know very well that i will a) not give it you, and b) will only give you information for the persons report you insisted on writing about me for school.”
he then glared and you and stalked away from your door before abruptly turning around realizing he did in fact have to finish the report he started writing about you.
none the less he needed to find a new tactic.
which he had later stumbled across this idea of just simply breaking into todd’s and yours apartment.
this idea didn’t just come from thin air though.
he had happened to eavesdrop overhear you and babs in the batcave having an extensive conversation about taking a much needed break, which included you considering going to your hometown to see your parents since jason was going to be working on a case for the next few days and you really didn’t want to be in his way.
which brings us back to this fine evening in gotham, no real crime flooding the streets and robin had managed to find a very tactile way to sneak off from his father and into the quaint little suburban area, well as suburban as you can get for gotham, where jay and you had settled on an apartment.
it wasn’t hard to get in. he wasn’t expecting it to be. he knows jason comes in through the fire escape most days, which is connected to the living room, he only knows because of the few times he comes to spend time with you, if it be for movie night or school help, but never long enough to look around his brothers home.
damian took his time initially. he walked in and out of the living room and kitchen, which was actually rather modern and sleek, leading into the second bedroom which looked much like a weaponry room back at his own home deep within the walls of the batcave.
though he did take note of the many awards gifted by talia and the craftsmanship of certain gun barrels that you had carved into wood (a talent of yours damian rather admired and often asked you to teach him).
then he finally began the true snoop, his room.
but what he wasn’t expecting but the loud yelp that bellowed from the deep abyss that was, well supposed to be a empty room.
jason was on a case and you, you were supposed to be-
“damian what the fuck!”
you were supposed to be in jump city.
his eyes went wide as he flustered for a light switch and for some words.
he respects you, he loves you, you are like another mother figure to him, a big sister, and he totally messed up.
he floundered for words, starting to trip over an apology “y/n! i apologize this-“
“you are in so much trouble.”
the lights went on and damian knew he was dead.
damian would never cower to todd, never in a million years.
but todd doesn’t play games when it comes to you and unfortunately for damian, though unknowingly, he just messed with his big bothers whole world, his home.
“todd.”
damian’s voice was so small, he was genuinely fear full, especially after catching a glimpse of your face white with fear, eyes wide, and mouth hung open.
you were fast asleep, wrapped in one of jason’s old sweaters and nothing else. and you had now been rudely awoken by the one and only spawn of bruce wayne who had not only broken into your house but also scared the living daylights out of you by sneaking around your bedroom dressed in a black cape and a hood.
i mean regardless of the fact that you thee red hood, that’s fucking terrifying.
jason wasted no time, still in his full gear, helmet and all grabbing damian by the hood of his uniform so to make eye level as you slowly rise from your flat positioned on the bed to now one with your back flat against the headboard.
“speak demon brat.”
“y/n was supposed to be out of town.”
“well they aren’t.”
“they should have been.”
“they aren’t.”
“well-“
“can the two of you stop speaking about me as if i not only a few steps away.” your voice carried to the both of them with jason immediately dropping damian’s hood so it goes crashing to the ground and damian now frantically trying to find anything to black mail his brother with.
his eyes scanned the room fast as jason just began waking towards, the hiss from the release of the helmet filling the stale air as damian’s eyes finally landed on the one thing he could use against him.
“now damian if you-“ you started, taking a deep sigh as you watched jason slowly start to sling off his leather jacket, swinging around to your side of the bed most likely to show you some sort of affection.
“i knew it!” damian cut you off, leaping toward the direction of a small bookshelf that jason had designated specifically for his books, ones that were limited edition or from the manor that reminded him of the days were being robin did give him magic, memories.
jason seems unphased as damian reaches for one of his many copies of pride and prejudice, his smile wicked as he declares he knows your boyfriends’ secret.
“that’s not a secret kid.” a small snicker merges from jay’s mouth as he leans down briefly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
damian’s smile now fallen from both of the unwarranted affection and his lack of black mail yet again.
“but, this is a girly book, one of love?” his voice sounded so fragile, so confused, causing a smirk to arise on jason’s face and a small smile on your own.
jason then pushed away from you, reading out to damian turning the book to the first page, tapping it lightly with the index finger. “read it first, then ask me again.”
and before you knew it damian had removed his domino mask, found a seat in the arm chair by the balcony door of the master bed room as you remained in your spot in bed and jason now sat at his desk, unloading the guns he had brought out on patrol with him tonight.
it had been now a few chapters for damian, a few clicks and cleans for jason, and just a few flicking your eyes back and forth between the two as damian would randomly say something or comment on one of jason’s annotations and your boyfriend would simply answer without even turning his head.
now the digital alarm clock was glowing with a simple time of 4am, jason had turned his chair giving you granny hands and pouty lips, silently asking you to follow him out to the living room and seeing as you had to get up at 5 anyways for work you might as well take the few moments with your boyfriend you had.
so you left the comfort of your warm bed, starting the train put into the living room, followed by jason clicking together the bits and parts of his gun, and lastly trailed by a damian shouting something about elizabeth being blind to her true love.
so you started listening to him like you would jason, climbing under the covers of the many blankets you had left on the couch from the previous movie night with babs the night before, with jason carefully setting down his guns and crawling right up with you, head on your chest and body between your legs.
damian took a seat just across from you two, reading and reading, making a few comments here and there about the book but he was no long determined to finish the book before the sun rise in just a few hours.
“i didn’t like that he scared you.”
the gruff voice finally spoke in a whisper as his head slightly turned to look at your, waiting to see what your reaction would be.
“it wouldn’t be the first time one of your brothers walked into our bedroom when they weren’t invited.” you spoke honestly, running a hand through jason’s hair, but your comment very much so caused a sense of annoyance because of its validity and truth.
“but he assumed you wouldn’t be home.” he repeated, taking a pause to look at his kid brother before going back to you. “what if it wasn’t damian?”
that is when it hit you, that jason wasn’t made at damian for showing up unannounced. damian does that often, on nights when he gets into it with bruce or when he needs you, his big sister, and the occasion (though he never admits it) when he needs jason, the brawn, the sensitive one.
jason hated that it could have been someone else, someone who wasn’t family, someone who wanted to hurt you.
“yeah but it was.” you half smile at him, his frown deepening, “jay, love, please it’s okay.”
“he scared you darling.”
“jason i’m fine.” you sighed, running your hands across his scalp, eyes turning to look at damian who was weirdly looking between both of you and the boom still displayed in his hands.
damian’s eyes narrowed, looking back down at the book to read a line and then back up to his brother and you, a sigh following and a small apology.
“i’m sorry i disturbed you.”
jason turns his attention from you, your eyes already focused on damian. his hands fiddling, doggy earring the book page and setting done next time, acting as if he was leaving now, as if he was distributing us currently.
“what are you doing d?” your boyfriend spoke before you, unsure of his sudden shyness and need to leave.
you began nodding your head, jason’s hand reaching for your own.
“i distributed you, woke y/n, this isn’t my home.”
a stale air and broken pauses, just the sound what you assumed to be your racing heartbeat filling the ears around you.
jason sat up, broken really, he loves damian and he never wanted him to feel how he did for so many years, unwanted.
but jason didn’t know how to do this, how to talk to damian, how to be soft and gentle. he was only that way with you, only you.
so now your sitting across from the small boy dressed in black, green, red, and yellow, who is fiddling with the domino mask and your pouty boyfriend staring at you waiting to fix it.
jason liked having him read his favorite book, he likes seeing his eyes light up and have a reaction the same way he did, and he needed you to fix it.
“damian no one ever said you did anything.” you finally settled on saying, breaking the silence and the constricting air around you all.
“it was evident i scared you and continued to follow todd after he told me not too.” he settled in saying, slight sting in his voice, a sting because of his actions not annoyance at the two of you.
now this was new for damian. damian doesn’t apologize to anyone except for jon and you really. but he also never really admitted his wrong doings nor felt bad for doing such a thing.
jason was guaranteed he was only being remorseful because of you but you knew damian felt genuinely upset about the whole situation toward jason and yourself.
“damian.” you sighed, pushing the blankets off your body, tossing them onto jason who was still looking a mix of sad and dumb struck at the entire situation unfolding in front of him.
your body carried over to the small boy, crouching in front of him with your hand resting on his knee in attempts to catch his attention but instead you were met with him upturning his nose with glassy eyes.
“dami.” you spoke again, tapping his legs waiting for his attention but when coming up empty your hand reached turning his chin in your direction with force. “you know damn well this is just as much your house as it is ours.”
“but i-“
“but what damian?” your voice got a small clip of annoyance in it which really did catch both the boys attention as jason let out a small gasp and damian then gave his entire focus back to you.
“but this is your home, your life with todd.” he expressed, hands flapping to show you around the home as if it wasn’t where you lived.
a sigh and shuffle, “D, you are apart of this life if you like it or not.” your boyfriends voice was firm, almost annoyed but he was trying not to seem overly affectionate.
damian looked at you with a worry in his eyes. glassy and bags forming, he had school this morning and you were sure he wasn’t going to go today. your small head nod and a small confirmed what jason said but he still doubted.
“you are not related.” he spoke, small and uncertain but with his normal sass.
“damn straight demon spawn.” jason laugh sounded throughout the living room and a small smirk arose on damian’s face. “but i have swords from your mother and am legally bruce’s first child, so in a way.”
you turned to jason, smile wrapped on your face and your mind focused slowly on him as damian took you off guard, wrapping his arms around your neck in a tight hug, holding you tightly so your back was against his chest.
he needed a big sister hug.
he needed his family tonight.
even if he originally came there to get dirt on his older brother but anyways.
a few moments of this, jason getting up and grabbing his phone, making a few called to a very worried batman who had been trying to find his robin all night and then proceeding to grab your own phone without your knowledge and text your supervisor that you weren’t coming into work today.
“y/n” damian pulls away from you, waiting patiently for you to turn his attention to you.
“yes damian.” you spoke but proceeded to glare at jason who had a slick smile on his face after calling everyone in sick for the day with the intent of reading books with his younger brother and his girl.
“i know you only do it for jason.” he trailed off not unsure of what your response would be and how to ask this.
you turn attention briefly between jason, who was already nodding to the question unasked by his brother and your hand already reaching for the pushed aside pride and  prejudice, “yes of course i’ll read to you.”
damian light up with excitement as did jason who was already walking over to you, scooping you up in his arms as you cling to the book. his body pressed flat into the couch with you in between his legs.
as damian wanders off to go get changed into a pair of his extra clothes kept in the drawers along with tim’s, dicks, cass’s, steph’s, bab’s, and even bruce’s extra clothes.
“i love you more than you can ever know darling.” jason cooed into your ears, kisses all across your neck and jaw as he relates the words over and over.
“yeah, yeah todd, let me start reading.”
“yeah todd, let her go i want to know who ends up with elizabeth in the end.”
it had no been hours, the clock reading 10am with a sleeping jason behind you as he clings to you tightly, as you finished the last line of the book, closing it and turning your attention to a tired robin.
“you know,” he spoke up, smiling to himself “i hope that if i ever have a love in my life it will be as true as you and todd.”
and in that moment your heart swelled up almost three sizes and your lips up turned to a smile that simply couldn’t stop, as he bud you a goodbye and began walking to the spare room.
“dami?” you watched him turn back around the corner looking back at him, “i love you akhy al'asghar”
“i love you more alakht alkubraa”
Bro the fact the only the top of Damian's head is ever in frame hahahahha
every single. part of this. is perfect. wlw/mlm solidarity? former child assassins teamup? a good robin roast?
the tiktokification of ao3
or: some of you fundamentally misunderstand ao3 and it really, really shows
i was talking about this with a friend a few days ago and since then i've seen multiple posts of various sorts that have just made me think about it more, so. here is me breaking down a disconnect i see particularly with younger members of the marauders fandom (i say marauders specifically just bc that's the only one i'm plugged into):
okay, so i've seen many (usually younger) marauders fans either talking online about how they wish ao3 was more like social media (specifically regarding algorithms) OR talking about ao3/fanfiction/fanfic writers as if they are operating under the same etiquette/guidelines/assumptions they would bring into social media platforms. this ranges from being mildly irritating to genuinely harmful, and i want to talk abt why.
first - you have to understand that social media, in this day and age, exists in a profit economy. and when i say social media here, i'm referring to platforms like tiktok, twitter, instagram, etc. all of these platforms exist in a profit economy where content is a product that can be monetized. this leads to a few important distinctions:
people posting on these social media platforms are generally posting with the intent to get their content seen by as many people as possible, as quickly as possible
they post with this intent because once their content is consumed by enough people, it becomes a product that they can monetize
therefore, if that content gets popular enough, these people can become influencers, where content creation is an actual job and their audience are, in a sort of vague and obscured way, similar to consumers purchasing a product
because of the profit economy surrounding social media, there are certain assumptions + forms of interaction that bleed across almost all social media platforms. the ones relevant to this little essay include:
operating under the assumption that anyone posting anything on the internet wants to go viral, ie. be seen by as many people as possible as quickly as possible in order to grow an "audience"
these influencers are creating content for us, their audience, so they should want to please us. they should also be trying to appeal to the broadest possible audience. therefore, if we dislike their content, we have a right to make that very, very clear.
in that same vein, we have a general right to critique content creators, as they are making a profit and we are the consumers purchasing their product--much like you might feel entitled to a certain standard of service in a restaurant where you are paying for the food.
when you carry these assumptions over to a platform like ao3, it creates problems. why? in a nutshell: because ao3 exists outside the profit economy
ao3 is a non-profit. it does not have an algorithm because it is not trying to sell you anything. this means that the writers posting their work on ao3 are not making a profit. we are not influencers. we are not creating monetized content to sell to a consumer-audience. where consuming content on other social media platforms might be comparable to eating at a restaurant, reading fanfiction on ao3 is more like coming over to someone's house and eating cookies that they made for free. you are in their house. the cookies are free, given as a gift. so what happens when those assumptions outlined above start to bleed over from other social media?
assuming that anyone posting fanfiction online wants their work to go viral -- i've seen this with popular fic writers getting questions like, "are you worried x isn't going to be as popular as y?" those questions are usually not ill-intended, but they demonstrate a fundamental lack of understanding about why writers post work on ao3. it's not to go viral. it's not to build any sort of online following. most of us who post on ao3 have jobs or schoolwork or other commitments, and writing fanfiction is something done for fun, out of a love for writing. those sharing their work online might be seeking community, but that is fundamentally different from seeking an audience, and in no way involves internet virality. if someone is posting fanfic on ao3 with the hope that it'll "go viral," then they likely either won't continue writing fanfic for long or will reach a point where they have to re-evalute their motivations, because seeking joy and validation by turning your art into a product for consumption just isn't very sustainable.
influencers are creating content for us, so we have a right to let them know if we don't like it -- nope!! fic writers are not influencers. yes, even the popular ones. no matter how much other people might blow their work up on social media, fic writers are still outside the profit economy. they are not creating content for an audience. they are not creating content for you. they are writing because they love it, and they are generously sharing it. if you don't like it, don't interact with it. you are never entitled to loudly and publicly proclaim how much you dislike a fic. i talk about this more here
we have a general right to critique fic writers, the same way we do with content creators/influencers -- again, no. you should not be treating fic writers the way you would treat an influencer on another social media platform, no matter how popular they may be. this is not to say fic writers are beyond all reproach; rather, it is a call-in to check your entitlement. fic writers are not little jesters entertaining in your court. they are not subject to your whims. they do not have to do things for you. they do not have to write things you like. in that post i linked on point 2, i talk about what etiquette might look like if you're really concerned that a fic writer is doing something harmful, but that is not what i'm talking about here. i am talking about the proliferation of negativity i have seen, especially on twitter and tiktok, where people essentially just talk shit about fics or fic writers as though they are entitled to have those fic writers working to please them. this is gross, and it needs to stop. you wouldn't go over to someone's house, eat the cookies they baked to share, and then spit those cookies back in their face and start shouting about what a shitty baker they are. or maybe you would--in which case, congratulations! you are Not A Good Person.
anyway, at the end of the day, a lot of this can be boiled down to: Because ao3 exists outside the profit economy, fic writers are not influencers, and you should never be treating them as though they are. i think i see this disconnect largely with younger people just because they've maybe only ever really understood social media within this sort of influencer-consumer-culture economy, and genuinely don't understand how to interact differently with the internet. so, consider this post a call-in to reevaluate the way you interact with fic writers and the etiquette you use when it comes to engaging with fanfic on ao3! i promise that ao3 being different from social media is a very, very good thing, and also a very, very rare thing, so let's treasure it and focus on fostering community rather than trying to morph it to fit the mould of influencer-audience dynamics that we see almost everywhere else <3
Weird peeve time. Calling lab grown gemstones "fake" is stupid because it's the same shit just not formed naturally. An artificially grown diamond is the same shit as a natural diamond it is the exact same material bro it's all fuckign carbon
You know what’s worse then an author deleting something?
When you remember a fanfic and want to re-read it but can’t remember the author or the name of the story. So now your entire search bar is just ____ x reader and then a random word associated with said fanfic. And ya still can’t find it 😭
I’ve been trying to find this fanfic for an half an hour and I still can find it ✋😫 Help.
whats great about the internet is that you can just ignore people who are fucking stupid and not waste your time on them, i say, white knuckling the sink and staring into the mirror
Ahhhh!! This was so cute!! I actually can't stop smiling!!!
Two Scoops // J. Todd x gn!reader
Requested? Yes!
WARNINGS: swearing, gun violence, food
Summary: The infamous vigilante of Gotham, Red Hood, comes walking into your work one night, slaps down a twenty, and asks for the most disgusting combination of flavors you can possibly make. He keeps coming back.
Part two here
The first night should be revelatory. It should be the thing that jump starts your moving process and gets you to look at Indeed for the first time in months. If it were any other city, you would turn in your apron and that stupid fucking visor you had to wear and move out of this godforsaken shithole.
But this is Gotham and you really aren’t that surprised.
The artificial buzzing of the fluorescent lights of Creamy’s Ice Cream was nearly drowned out by the sheer artistic talent of Carly Rae Jepsen. You don’t know why Creamy’s was open until two in the morning but, again, this is Gotham. Potheads, drunken college students, and tearful twenty year olds ensnared by the hells of capitalism needed a sugary pick-me-up in the wee hours, you supposed. It was a decent paying job for part time and the late hours weren’t as packed as earlier in the day.
But it did come with certain drawbacks. Heading home late at night was the biggest one, but crime seemed to be on a steady decline with the presence of the various vigilantes.
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AHH! So excited! It looks so great!
Gotham Knights
I've had the honor of working on this game as a facial gameplay animator♡ made a lil fanart to celebrate launch which is in 10 days!
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
y’know as much as self-sacrifice gets made out to be super noble and shit in a lot of fiction, i am. very much more in favor of the message “you can live. you can want to live. it is a good thing to want to live, and it is a good thing that you are alive. you don’t have to feel guilty for being alive.”
idk it’s what i really needed to hear when shit got bad and honestly it’s what i still need to hear sometimes and it’s what i want the people i care about to believe about themselves.
The Language Of Flowers
Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal
Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success
Anemone: Vanishing hopes
Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck
Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction
Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth
Dahlia flower: Warnings and change
Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity
Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement
Gardenia: Symbol of secret love
Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity
Hyacinth: I'm sorry, please forgive me.
Iris: Eloquence
Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty
Lily of the valley: Return of happiness
Marigold: Passion and creativity
Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love
Peony: Happy marriage
Lavender: Love at first sight
Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion
White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm
Sunflower: Good luck and ambition
Tulip: Irresistible love
Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love
Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
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➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
hey kids who read fic, listen up
it’s annoying to me as a Fanfic Elder that y’all don’t understand how consent works in regards to reading fanfic
last night I saw a fic that had EIGHT of my favorite tags included and a great summary BUT it also contained a tag for a topic that bothers me. I weighed the pros/cons and decided NOT to read the fic because the ONE tag I disliked was something that could trigger a panic attack if the scene went into any sort of detail - it wasn’t worth risking the eight good tags.
from the first moment I noticed the fic to the moment I decided not to read it, the entire experience was MY RESPONSIBILITY. the author tagged the fic correctly, I knew what my limits were, and I respected them.
if you find a fic with tags you don’t like, JUST DON’T READ IT
don’t harass the author, don’t post a big whiny rant about it on Tumblr, just keep scrolling
that is your job as a reader.
All I’m hearing is the doom and gloom of losing the lovingly-crafted tv shows that are going to be lost in the HBO/Discovery merger. What I need is resources! Petitions! Legal suits to back! Resources to recover lost media! Unfortunately, I literally know nothing of what action we can take or where to find the media that needs to be saved! Reblog this post with resources or spread it. We need to gather information on the actions we can take, not just huddle and curse out the execs trying to save precious pennies in taxes. Show THEM we will not stand for this bullshit!